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fi'yah - the now lyrics

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yea
let’s run it
go
[verse 1]
still got emotions i ain’t dealt with
still got some girls i ain’t slept with
still got some cash i ain’t spent yet
so that’s telling me a youngin’ gotta get it
they say mo’ money mo’ problems
but sh-t when you broke no money no options
the truth hurts so they say talk with caution
but i can’t cover my mouth like a dolphin
n-ggas backward, they fallin’ off
my homie said p-ss the syrup
we ain’t at no waffle house
don’t need no genie cuz my flow gon grant my wishes
only a matter of time before these witches want my broom stick
cuz i’m getting money by the minute
so my pockets sound like tick tick
my swag got a hit list so k!ll ya self slit wrist (suicide)
before i die, dreams of living lavish
bout to take flight i ain’t worried bout my baggage

[hook]
it’s a lot of stuff i gotta do before i die
so imma take my cup and imma raise it to the sky
make a toast that imma get everyday i live
if you ain’t tryna get it why you out here tryna live
i got money on my mind, staying motivated (x3)
they talking that ish i ain’t worried bout what they saying

[verse 2]
money never sleep but its still overrated
i still lose sleep for money so it debated
like double d’s a youngin’ tryna get support
without somebody judging me i ain’t sitting at a court
hoping that i fail or end up in a corpse
not tryna get left so i follow the right course
i can’t die before i have a son
so i might quit the practice and forget to put a condom on
what you saying better yet what you sipping on
taking shot no bullet proof vest on(hennessy)
the way i smashed my first
she thought she was my third
drifted to her heart, couldn’t wait to hit them curves
you waiting on that real sh-t you bout to get served
they scared my sh-t gon drop on them as if i were a bird
you a real n-gga all mouth no verbs
the way they talking these days they just words

[hook]

[verse 3]
they saying hip-hop dead blah blah blah that’s nonsense
like driving past campgrounds, thats past tense
everybody got soul where your pair of sneakers
he say he wanna ball but he sleeping in the bleachers
i wake up everyday motivated
i get rid of the bull sh-t i ain’t constipated(pepto bismol)
destiny’s knockin’ i better get his door
success over everything u already know

[hook]

can’t hear ya, can’t hear ya, can’t hear ya
got money on my mind can’t hear ya
what’s on ya mind, getting to it right now
when you doing it? getting to it right now
it’s dope music, only way
its dope music, hey that’s the only way
fiyah, who else?
you know it



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